Why do I always end up with you?

Chapter 7: Results

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Sam's POV: Bathroom

Ugh! I lift my head from the toilet bowl after throwing up. It absolutely stinks!!

"Sam? You okay?"

Oh, Cat's awake.

"Yeah, I'm good... I think."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure... I guess..."

She walks in, and gasps.

"Oh my gosh! What happened?"

"I woke up this morning and I ran in here to puke. I don't know why but I felt like I needed to. And as you can tell, I did."

"Sam, you know what that might mean right?"

"What? Food poisoning? Yeah I'm not surprised if robots make the food!"

"No, silly! You might be... pregnant."

"What no! Are you crazy? We use protection all the time!!"

Is she nuts?? Like I would be pregnant!!! Ugh!! Although come to think of it, yesterday's pains weren't right, and I threw up this MORNING, and my period hasn't come yet actually, it was meant to come the day before yesterday!

Uh oh!!!! She may be right!!! If I am what am I gonna tell Freddie?!? I need serious mental help!!

Freddie's POV: Their Bedroom

I wake up to Sam shouting something from the bathroom that sounds like she's saying 'What no! Are you crazy? We use protection all the time!!'
Protection? Protection from what? I walk over to see what's going on.

"Hey, you guys what's going on?"

They both get a shock and look up at me. Sam's on the floor with her head next to the toilet bowl and Cat's sitting on the side of the bathtub.

"What's up?"

"No... nothing... why?"

"Why? Your heads next to the toilet bowl! And you look, no offence, awful! You look pale!"

"Come with me, Freddie. Sam stay here!"

Cat leads me out of the bathroom into the hallway outside the bedroom. She looks serious here, and she hasn't been serious once since we came.

"What? What's going on?"

"Freddie, listen. I know I am being serious rn, and I hardly ever am. I need to tell you something... it's really important!"

"Well? What is it? I'm getting worried!"

"Well, we're not fully sure but... as Sam's just thrown up, she had pains yesterday and she her period is late..."

"Wait?!? What are you saying?! Please no!!!"

"Yes. Just maybe. We're not sure yet. So don't get too worried over it. Alright?"

"Fine, but... when do we find out?"

"Well, when did you... 'ya know' last that would be near two weeks ago?"

"Errr... well. In Seattle. We got drunk a couple of nights before we made up. Sam doesn't know we 'ya know' that night. I knew. She didn't."

"Oh, sorry. Thankfully I know a lot about kids. And my Nona is a babysitter, so..."

"Thanks, Cat. That means a lot."

I can't believe it! Sam could be PREGNANT!

We walk back into the bedroom to find Sam on our bed crying.